Texty: Jethro Tull. Nothing To Say.

Everyday there's someone asking "What is there to do?"
Should I love or should I fight, is it all the same to you?
No I say I have the answer proven to be true,
But if I were to share it with you,
you would stand to gain and I to lose.
Oh I couldn't bear it so I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Every morning pressure forming all around my eyes.
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse, broken by the lies
that your misfortune brought upon us and I won't disguise them.

So don't ask me will I explain, I won't even begin to tell you why.
No, just because I have a name well I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Climb a tower of freedom, paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my power to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To your own pressing problem and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer there is none that I could give you wouldn't find.
I went your way ten years ago and I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say